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ye libertines in yon keep, they know naught but levy and disburse, disburse and levy
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Daphne: Marianne! Marianne, dearest, how keep you warm these horrid winter nights, when your bed layeth so far from yon fire? Hast thou taken a lover? Marianne: Aye! A fine bonny lad from a distant land, fluent with the heathen poetry of his quick tongue. I suspect him a repentant highwayman, or perhaps a deposed noble in hiding, fleeing from a jealous half-brother and the certain death that waits betide. Daphne: Zounds! From whence he cometh? Marianne: this bomb-rear end pussy. crimes |
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Dec 16, 2019 01:55
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hosed up how i gotta defile hairbrushes and balustrades all cuz my frigid suffragette of an eldest sister is too busy inventing lesbianism to get her bonch rocked by some greased-over ponce named, fuckin, Alouicious, or some poo poo
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Daphne: Marianne, wherefore is that strapping servant your father summoned from the Hinterlands? Marianne: He sets himself in his idle hours to studying the art of Engine-eering, that though the power of coal he might devise an axe capable of cutting a whole tree into serviceable firelogs. Daphne: Gracious! How fares the endeavor? Marianne: Father invented OSHA, in order to stop him. Marianne: Daphne! Daphne, dearest, how long have we been friends? Daphne: Since milkteeth and nursery rhymes, my sister dear. Why ask? Marianne: I'm afriad Father and the Servant have rendered my house uninhabitable, and I must press upon the good graces of your hospitality for a short while. Daphne: You needen't even ask! The chateau by my reflecting pool, it's yours. Think nothing of it, for you would do unto me the same. What have those men done, dearest sister? Marianne: It occurred to them that, through the use of a drain laid heavy with crushed stone, water could be heated and pumped continuously into a large basin, which then o'erflills and flows into the drain. Daphne: . . . But, why Marianne: Father holds it that he has invented a new science he calls "Bathing." crimes |
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Dec 16, 2019 02:04
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i like plump botyms. of this truth i shant deceive any man |
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Dec 16, 2019 02:19
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The yeare doth 1017. It doth be normal in these tymes for one to munch one's wife's haunch. Yet a mere eleven yeares aforehands, all reckoned "one must never to put mouth to haunch."
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Dec 16, 2019 04:17
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Doctor Dogballs posted:The yeare doth 1017. It doth be normal in these tymes for one to munch one's wife's haunch. Yet a mere eleven yeares aforehands, all reckoned "one must never to put mouth to haunch."
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Dec 16, 2019 04:29
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Doctor Dogballs posted:The yeare doth 1017. It doth be normal in these tymes for one to munch one's wife's haunch. Yet a mere eleven yeares aforehands, all reckoned "one must never to put mouth to haunch." lmbo
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Dec 16, 2019 04:50
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| ...and I conclude thusly: take heed, ye who comprehendeth that debaucherous forum, for it may very well make known to thee thine own affliction of the cerebrum. Fare thee well. | |
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Dec 16, 2019 04:53
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The Clowner posted:...and I conclude thusly: take heed, ye who comprehendeth that debaucherous forum, for it may very well make known to thee thine own affliction of the cerebrum. Fare thee well. |
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Dec 16, 2019 05:01
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The Clowner posted:...and I conclude thusly: take heed, ye who comprehendeth that debaucherous forum, for it may very well make known to thee thine own affliction of the cerebrum. Fare thee well. begone, shunned and exiled former citizen InfidelVanquisherTwoscoreEighteen
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Dec 16, 2019 05:17
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Knave! Thee paid three shillings for the promise of an ox-cart? Nay! I was also granted this engraving of my ox-cart five years ago. It shall arrive forthwith! StandardVC10 fucked around with this message at 07:43 on Dec 16, 2019 |
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Dec 16, 2019 07:41
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Manifisto posted:begone, shunned and exiled former citizen InfidelVanquisherTwoscoreEighteen hhaah ---------------- |
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Dec 16, 2019 09:16
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Though the problyms besieging mine own tower amount to verily but one less than a century, a comely wench is notte among them.
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Dec 16, 2019 16:23
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Lords and Ladies, I must take pause from this cavalcade of merriment and japery, to share with thee a most important message, from mine friends at the House of Casper, whose largesse has made possible these mirthful antics. Dost thou tire of sleeping upon a bag of mud and feathers? Is thine hovel befouled by such a lumpy sack? Art thou beset by aches and pains upon waking, as though you have been stomped upon by a devil in the night? Well NO LONGER! |
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Dec 16, 2019 19:44
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speak shytte get smytte |
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Dec 16, 2019 19:47
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'Tis this yeoman's payment, and he demands his compensation forthwith! Summon Lord Jay Gee Wentworth! Eight-hundred and seventy-seven pence anon!
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Dec 16, 2019 20:43
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canyoneer posted:speak shytte
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Dec 17, 2019 00:49
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greetings, humans. I have come from the undercity of my father, on my mother's spaceship, to warn you that global warming is burning down the forest. please stay hidden if you are easily blinded. |
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Dec 17, 2019 01:59
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Thou woulds't not summon an horse-cart
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Dec 17, 2019 02:09
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each day come matins I arise and with open hand thrust a tome upon the nightstand. 'tis the aeneid and I forthwith commence a pantomime of the maneuvers of the hero, aeneas.
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Dec 17, 2019 02:45
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Manifisto posted:each day come matins I arise and with open hand thrust a tome upon the nightstand. 'tis the aeneid and I forthwith commence a pantomime of the maneuvers of the hero, aeneas. |
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Dec 17, 2019 03:18
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whye did ye henfowle cross the roadde? to summon the night watchman, for the villain granos was afoot |
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Dec 17, 2019 04:22
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Manifisto posted:each day come matins I arise and with open hand thrust a tome upon the nightstand. 'tis the aeneid and I forthwith commence a pantomime of the maneuvers of the hero, aeneas. |
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Dec 17, 2019 04:32
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Manifisto posted:each day come matins I arise and with open hand thrust a tome upon the nightstand. 'tis the aeneid and I forthwith commence a pantomime of the maneuvers of the hero, aeneas. |
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Dec 17, 2019 04:32
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Manifisto posted:each day come matins I arise and with open hand thrust a tome upon the nightstand. 'tis the aeneid and I forthwith commence a pantomime of the maneuvers of the hero, aeneas. ---------------- |
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Dec 17, 2019 04:47
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Manifisto posted:each day come matins I arise and with open hand thrust a tome upon the nightstand. 'tis the aeneid and I forthwith commence a pantomime of the maneuvers of the hero, aeneas.
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Dec 17, 2019 04:49
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Twenty furlongs trudged I, nearly the side length of a knight's fief, all the while hauling mine printing press, without aide of an asse and cart. Muddy were mine patten and stockings, stinking with sweat was I, from pate to buttock; and only just had I entered into the maiden's house, anon arrived Squire Chadwick, freshly bathed, to bespoil mine hard-earned chaunce to woo!
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Dec 17, 2019 04:57
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Dec 17, 2019 04:59
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Doctor Dogballs posted:Twenty furlongs trudged I, nearly the side length of a knight's fief, all the while hauling mine printing press, without aide of an asse and cart. Muddy were mine patten and stockings, stinking with sweat was I, from pate to buttock; and only just had I entered into the maiden's house, anon arrived Squire Chadwick, freshly bathed, to bespoil mine hard-earned chaunce to woo!
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Dec 17, 2019 05:00
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Doctor Dogballs posted:Twenty furlongs trudged I, nearly the side length of a knight's fief, all the while hauling mine printing press, without aide of an asse and cart. Muddy were mine patten and stockings, stinking with sweat was I, from pate to buttock; and only just had I entered into the maiden's house, anon arrived Squire Chadwick, freshly bathed, to bespoil mine hard-earned chaunce to woo! |
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Dec 17, 2019 05:01
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I say unto thee but two words: quill goop. |
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Dec 17, 2019 05:05
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Doctor Dogballs posted:Twenty furlongs trudged I, nearly the side length of a knight's fief, all the while hauling mine printing press, without aide of an asse and cart. Muddy were mine patten and stockings, stinking with sweat was I, from pate to buttock; and only just had I entered into the maiden's house, anon arrived Squire Chadwick, freshly bathed, to bespoil mine hard-earned chaunce to woo!
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Dec 17, 2019 05:10
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Manifisto posted:each day come matins I arise and with open hand thrust a tome upon the nightstand. 'tis the aeneid and I forthwith commence a pantomime of the maneuvers of the hero, aeneas. Doctor Dogballs posted:Twenty furlongs trudged I, nearly the side length of a knight's fief, all the while hauling mine printing press, without aide of an asse and cart. Muddy were mine patten and stockings, stinking with sweat was I, from pate to buttock; and only just had I entered into the maiden's house, anon arrived Squire Chadwick, freshly bathed, to bespoil mine hard-earned chaunce to woo!
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Dec 17, 2019 05:11
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bart'r with me beyond thine walls, dost thou protest?
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Dec 17, 2019 05:15
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Day, oh! Daylight cometh and me, wan, venture home. Day, we say day, we say day, we say day we say day, I say day, oh! Daylight cometh and me, wan, venture home. Toil all night on naught but a draught of sherry. Daylight cometh and me, wan, venture home. Stacking apples until the morning tarry. Daylight cometh and me, wan, venture home. Come mister, tarry not, tally me forthwith. Daylight cometh and me, wan, venture home. Come mister, tarry not, tally me forthwith. Daylight cometh and me, wan, venture home. Lift six hands, seven hands, eight hands, stone. Daylight cometh and me, wan, venture home. Lift six hands, seven hands, eight hands, stone. Daylight cometh and me, wan, venture home. A marvelous harvest of freshest fruit. Daylight cometh and me, wan, venture home. Hides the deadly black death bearing brute. Daylight cometh and me, wan, venture home. Day, oh! Day, oh! Daylight cometh and me, wan, venture home. Day, we say day, we say day, we say day we say day, I say day, oh! Daylight cometh and me, wan, venture home.
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Dec 17, 2019 05:30
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Manifisto posted:each day come matins I arise and with open hand thrust a tome upon the nightstand. 'tis the aeneid and I forthwith commence a pantomime of the maneuvers of the hero, aeneas. lol |
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Dec 17, 2019 05:56
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google THIS posted:Art thou weary of slaving under the yoke of feudalism? Lord Ronald St. Paul has promised not to tax us, but neither to provide us our own homesteads and farmland, nor guards or fortifications against roving bandits. He promises that Ye Olde Hande of the Marketplace will nevertheless keep us safe and well provided. And though his estate is most grand and his own personal guard and vassals many, he hath promised that any of us who worketh hard shall become like unto him, and any dishonest among us shall lose their riches when their deceptions are discovered without need of laws to stop them. We should swear our fealty to him. |
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Hark! My name it be Sir Yowannie Knoxingburgh III and welcome thee to Jackassery
DOPE FIEND KILLA G fucked around with this message at 06:30 on Dec 17, 2019
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